Well, That Was a Mistake (Stripped)

Hold the phone, or hold the cab

I've got a few more things to spew

Inconsequentially, it seems I've lost my manners

You know I'm no good

ct least not this week

But nonetheless I've been told it appears I manage

cnd I hold it together just to hold on to my dignity

“Then what was that?”

She asks in the corner of some darkened room

Mulling to the tempo of a classic waltz

Where pretty people choose to digest petty thoughts

cnd talk about the weather

Well that, that was a mistake

That was lapse of judgment, and in pure distaste

cnd every other dyslogistic sobriquet

That I can use to pretend that it's all your fault

cnd wash my hands of all of this

But can I stand you hating me?

We shall see

Can I stand you hating me?

We shall see

Fools will work to entertain their enemies

So can I stand you hating me?

We shall see

ch damn, I had it all figured out

But just like that, you're bringing back feelings that have passed

You know, that time you wanted to burn the whole world down

You swore that it was nothing while I sat and watched you drown

But no you don't need anybody's help, or anybody else

So why am I fighting to keep you around?

cnd I know that you're lying

So why am I still trying to hear you out?

Try to cling to my composure, but with emotions you're a composer

cnd here's the part where you drop it down

I hold my tongue

You think you've won

While I keep telling you

This is not a game

Well that, that was a mistake

That was lapse of judgment, and in pure distaste

cnd every other dyslogistic sobriquet

That I can use to pretend that it's all your fault

cnd wash my hands of all of this

But can I stand you hating me?

We shall see

Can I stand you hating me?

We shall see